She turns her mind
to countless things,
then back again
where it begins.
This restless urge,
and all it brings,
to be someone—
to do something.
—Michael Faudet, Dreams—
It usually doesn’t take long for fans of Lang Leav to discover the poetry of Michael Faudet. Lang and Michael are a literary power couple who have captured the hearts of many fans, mine included, with their sweet love story and emotionally charged poetry. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Dreams”
This is a fairy tale…
A love story between a strong boy tree in a forest and an honest and innocent girl tree.
The two trees stood next to each other at the edge of the forest, but no matter how much they loved each other, they couldn’t touch one another.
Sometimes, the wind would blow and their branches would touch, but the girl tree was still really sad.
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“What’s up with the chair?” Jacob Fuller eyed the steel blue chair, a stark contrast to the plush armchairs positioned sporadically in his older brother’s bookstore.
“It’s different,” Jeff Fuller said, rubbing down the chair gently with a rag.
“Yeah, I can see that.” Jacob rolled his eyes. “But why is it different? Don’t these chairs usually come in a set or something?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Different”
“I sense colors in you. They’re strong and beautiful…and sad. I wondered what your colors were for a long time. They’re the colors of the sunset…the blazing shades of a sunset that burn just before the darkness sets in.”
—Fuyumi Soryo, MARS—
We’re traveling to Japan this week for our Writer’s Quote Wednesday. About a decade ago, I started reading manga, which is a type of Japanese graphic novel. One of the first manga series I ever picked up was titled MARS, and I devoured this love story between a shy art student and a rebellious motorcycle racer. Before I knew it, I was falling in love, having my heart broken, and crying tears—both of sadness and of joy—when I flipped the last page. I left a piece of my heart between the pages of this story and I think in return, MARS made a home in that missing piece.
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If my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
If my love were a star—
late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I’d be soaring in flight.
—Jay Asher, 13 Reasons Why—
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Will you love me for the way
I lose myself in stories—
My heart falling easily
Knowing they will not hurt me?
Will you love me for the way
My heart falls slowly but true—
And if I choose to love you
Will you choose to love me too?
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] Untitled”
I am not sure
if I still love you,
but when I write
my rhyme and rhythm
but your name.
—R. C. Gonzales, Rhyme and Rhythm—
This week, I’d like to shine a spotlight on Between My Bleeding Lines, a debut poetry collection by R. C. Gonzales, or as many of us WordPress-dwellers know her, Rosemarie of A Reading Writer.
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A/N: Update! There’s now a prequel to this story, another short titled ‘The Bookfeet’.
The arch-window door opened with a jingle that signaled my entrance. I breathed in a combination of musty wood and a crisp hint of lemon. The crimson curtains, tucked at the sides of the floor- to-ceiling window by bronze tassels, blocked the heat of the sun and kept the store cool and comfortable.
“What are you looking for today?” A man sat in a plush armchair in front of the window, dressed smart as always in a gray cardigan and tie. He glanced up from the small table that was holding his laptop, a stack of thick-bound books, and what looked liked financial forms, dollar signs scattered here and there. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Between the Shelves”
“So, um, is it going to hurt?”
“Hurt?” The angel smiled at me like a parent indulging their child’s lackluster joke. “I think the time for pain has passed, dear.”
“Oh, so then, how do we-I mean-” I trailed off as the angel landed in front of a pair of magnificent oak doors with high arches and golden knobs.
“Off you go, now.”
“Go…where? In there? Through the ominous looking doors?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] My Heaven”